Page 103 of Escape

His lips touched mine in a soft, sweet kiss before he reached down between our bodies and positioned himself.

He was right there. So close. But he didn’t push forward.

The anticipation had built so high; I was far too eager. “Please,” I whispered.

Huck’s eyes met mine, and following a beat of tense silence, he slid himself inside.

There was no controlling the sound that came out of me. I didn’t know if I’d moaned or whimpered. Maybe it was a combination of both.

Huck’s hands framed either side of my face, his expression unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Without moving anything but his hips, he pulled back and thrust inside slowly two more times before he remained rooted to the spot.

His thumbs swiped tenderly over my cheeks, and he said, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but you can’t imagine how lucky I feel for this second chance to love you.”

My heart exploded in my chest, the tip of my nose beginning to sting. “Huck.”

“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he croaked.

That he believed he was the lucky one was a testament to the kind of man Huck was. His life had been filled with so much good, and all I’d ever known was heartache. If anyone should have felt fortunate in this situation, it was me.

But I thought the best way to tell him that was to answer his question. “You were the only one who ever cared about me, Huck. You’re the only one who ever deserved to have this with me.”

“I love you, Josie.”

I lifted my head from the bed, brushed my lips against his, and murmured, “I love you, too.”

“I’m going to give you everything now, honey.”

Smiling against his lips, I said, “I want it all.”

And that’s when it happened.

Huck decided we were done talking and became a man of action. He kissed my mouth and began moving his hips again, thrusting himself in and out of my body. It started off slow and measured. It was sweet and beautiful and everything I could have ever hoped for it to be.

But as the pleasure built and that pull in my belly grew stronger, I couldn’t just sit back and accept whatever Huck was going to give me.

I told him I wanted everything.

That meant I needed to take what I could get.

So, I did.

And the languid pace of it all soon shifted to something else.

We became slightly more frantic. We were both seeking—to give and to receive.

Mouths collided.

Tongues tangled.

Hands roamed.

And the sounds. God, the sounds that filled the room indicated Huck was just as lost in me as I was in him.

It was, by and large, the best experience of my entire life. I was with a man who loved me, who would go to the ends of the earth to protect me.

There was nothing better.

There was no one better.